Debbie sat back in a controlled yet rigid movement, eyes screwed closed, as she enjoyed her silent freedom. Her mind was a flood of emotions, guilt, p...easure, excitement, bewilderment and fear. She needed to get out of there and she did, as soon as her breath returned and allowed her to make her excuses. She passed the empty chair down the hall and went to the ladies toilet to recover, whilst Sam shadowed her and stayed in contact. 20 minutes later she felt composed enough to leave. Sam knew. Gosh! Is everything OK?" Yes, pretty well. Sore though. Some parts are off limits" We had a giggling fit."Do you want the blow by blow account?" Definitely. Here, have another bun. My waistline won't stand it. You've lost weight haven't you?" Yes, a bit. Last week - well, something happened as we were leaving the Ball." She shuddered. "I don't know, Robert won't - doesn't want to talk about it. But - he left me."She paused, face shadowed. "Just ordered a taxi for me and went. I was worried for. No, I tried many different methods to accomplish this - fighting with only one hand, for example, or wearing a semi-transparent blindfold so that it appeared I could not see. But yes, ultimately I began to sneak away from the dojo during the night and trained in the nude. It was... unique. Before, when I fought, my thoughts were only on my opponent; their body, their movements, their weaknesses. My own self-awareness was only to monitor any injuries I was having, and trying to reduce their. Goodness, I had to keep myself from weaving ever more elaborate scenarios, but at last the school day ended, and I went home.Mum greeted me with a book in hand.“This arrived today from the library. It must be for you”, she said.I looked at it and I squeed. “The univalent foundations book! I’ve been waiting for that for months!”I ran to my room and came back with a notebook and pen, sat down and opened it. Mum knew me well, and she took the book away.“Remember we have to talk, Amanda. If you get.